The Past of an Assasin (FaBa Tarina Enkuks)

[High king Godric]

Eli pikku esipuhe ennen tarinaa. Ensinnäkin tämä on prologi-luonteinen kuten ehkä pituudesta huomaatte. Toisekseen tämä on englanniksi kirjoitettu koska julkaisen tämän ulkomaisillakin foorumeilla. Ehkä joskus saan itseni kääntämään tämän suomeksi mutta siihen asti keskityn (juu, niin varmaan) kirjoittamaan jatkoa. Siinäpä kai kaikki, enjoy =)

HighKingEdit: Korjasin kirjoitusvirheitä, pahuksen Open Office ei ollut huomannut

The Past of an Assasin

Taleth watched in silent anticipation as the guards switched. He had watched this castle where his target resided for a week now and he knew every shift, every routine, every nook and cranny of the castle by heart. He would soon be ready to strike. As he sat in his observation-place near the outskirts of the castle, a hollow tree from which he monitored his target with his spyglass through a small gap, Taleth's idle mind slipped into memories as it often did. It was late, he was more than prepared for tomorrow and so he reasoned he could catch a few hours of sleep. After all it payed to be well rested when going to action, he thought to himself with a grin. And so Taleth Twinblade, Druchii assasin drifted to sleep in his hide-out.

Taleth woke from his sleep but he wasn't in the hollow tree he had been hiding in. He lay in his bed and when he looked outside through the window he realised what was going on. It was Death Nigth. Taleth stared out of the window, seeing the full moons high in the sky.With fear in his heart unusual to any Druchii, Taleth opened the door leading to the hallway and sneeked to his fathers and mothers bedroom. As he came to the door he saw that it was slightly open. Not knowing what else to do, the young Dark Elf pushed it open.

Taleth felt his blood freeze, only just being able to stop himself from crying out loud in horror. Pushing the door completely open, the young Dark Elf ran inside to the room, falling to his nees to the groung, crying openly. Sprawled there were the murdered bodies of his mother and father, their blood mingling with each others, forming a single large pool of their life-blood. Getting up, Taleth ran to his mother's motionless body, lifting her head and holding it in his lap. Taleth closed her mothers staring horror-filled eyes, placing her head softly to the floor. Moving to his father, Taleth saw the blades in his father's numb hands, still clutching their handles.

Suddenly there was a haunting laughter. As Taleth looked up, his eyes wide with horror as he saw two lithe shapes detaching out of the shadows. They were female elves, unbelievably beautiful and Taleth felt his heart stop as he understood. Witch Elves, the Tulluch. Taleth gasped at their beauty, his eyes wandering over every curve. Where it not for that his father and mother had told him of the true nature of the Tulluch Taleth would have only stood there gawking, being in paradise. Taleth wrested his mind from the seductive grip of the Witch Elves and grabbed his father's twin blades rising into a battle-stance as he had been taught. The Tulluch mearely laughed, even their voices sending shivers down Taleth's spine.

As the first stepped forward, seeking to kill Taleth here and now, a bolt seemed to grow from her out-stretched arm. The Witch Elf shrieked, more in surprise than pain, taking a step back. Taleth looked up in surprise to see a hooded elf detach himself from the shadows, a repeater-crossbow in his hand and a wicked blade in the other. Taleth stood there at the ready, watching the hooded figure with one eye and the Witch Elfs with the other. Discarding the crossbow and drawing what seemed to be the twin of the blade in his other hand, the hooded figure charged the Tulluch. She ripped the bolt out of her arm like the pain was of no concequence to her, tossing it aside and charging the mysterious elf.

The other one joined her sister, the hooded elf deflecting the blows, whirling around and sending his own deadly blades arching for the slender necks of the Tulluch. The blades were however deflected, just like their attacks had been parried. The Tulluch attacked again and again they were parried. And again the counter-attack which too was parried. Taleth watched in awe at the display of swordsmanship as the Tulluch duelled their opponent. Suddenly a realisation dawned on Taleth. The battle could last for ages with the opponents being so closely matched.

Taleth decided that the enemy of his enemy could be if not a friend then an allie. Gripping the long-bladed daggers in his hands, he made his way quietly to the Witch Elfs. Standing there Taleth was starting to have second thoughts about it when one of the Tulluch noticed him. With a shriek she whirled around and Taleth saw his own excruciating, slow death in those crazed eyes. Knowing it was now or never, Taleth sprinted, feinting to the right but slashing at the Witch Elf in the side, her blood running freely. Even in death, her life-blood flowing freely across her every curve she was seductively beautiful. Taleth shook his head to clear it in time so the mysterious elf dispatching the other Tulluch who was coming for him.

The elf lowered his hood, revealing the most beautiful face Taleth had ever seen, easily rivalling the Tulluch in beauty. She had brown hair so dark as to the point of appearing to be black. But it was her eyes that caught Taleth's attention. They were as green as emeralds, and Taleth immeaditly knew that these were the kind of eyes that would make any man go crazy with passion, there depths pulling you in, further, further.. “Good work boy.” Even her voice was perfect, Taleth thought as he got up, wiping the blades on what little fabric the Witch Elves had been wearing. “Well, are you going to come with me or stand gawking there?” She said with a glint in his eyes.

Taleth woke up and this time he was in the hollow tree. Getting out he stretched himself, feeling the stifness of his limbs after spending a night in the same crampped position. He looked about himself, noticing that it was almost night, only an hour or so. Sighing, he breethed in the fresh evening-air and started of towards the forest. He needed to get ready, he couldn't complete his mission if he was sore all over.

[Thelacan]

Ah, loistava stoori. Enemmän pidän englannin kielisistä tarinoista. En hoksannut kuin muutaman pienen virheen jotka varmaan itsekkin löydät kun luet ties kuinka monen kerran läpi uudestaa .